Genius little cute baby: Mother, happy again

Chapter 71 Digging a Pit
"Ah Qing, let's go!" Ling Yixue's expression turned ugly, "Don't argue with this kind of ungrateful person."

Ling Yixue spoke clearly and logically, insisting on labeling Qing Nanyin as heartless.

Qing Nanyin looked at Ling Yixue who was in a hurry to go back, with a trace of coldness in her eyes.

Just run away?

It's really boring, she hasn't figured anything out yet!
Lou Qianxing watched Ling Yixue run away, and quickly followed in small steps.

"Qian Xing?" Qing Nanyin looked at the person who hurried past. The person was covered with a black veil. At first glance, he looked like a hidden spiritual master. breath.

If she wasn't dead, would it be her?

Qing Nanyin was thoughtful.

And Lou Qianxing hid his breath and followed Ling Yixue, listening to her conversation with Ah Qing.

"Miss, what else does Miss Qing want to dig out of our mouths? I didn't expect to be dug a hole! Haha, looking at her expression is so funny." Ah Qing said with a smile.

"Don't think I don't know what she wants to do, isn't she just trying to get out of my mouth how that trash died?" Ling Yixue snorted, "Two bastards!"

Ah Qing suddenly realized, "So that's the case? No wonder Miss Qing never interacted with young ladies before, but today she invited you to a banquet for the first time, and even invited you to enjoy flowers and buy gold and silver jewelry together."

"Miss is so smart! She has a reputation of being ungrateful and ungrateful. This trick is really clever..."

Lou Qianxing slandered in her heart: What a fool!

Ling Yixue frowned, "Who made the two of you so stupid! Let's go, someone has to be on guard tonight, maybe someone will come and cause damage."

The night of the ghost wedding was the perfect time to sell Lou Qianxing's lifeblood.

In Cangling Country, healers are the most popular.

In fact, there is also a profession of conjurer, which can be counted on the fingers.

Even, it has reached the point of extinction.

And Ling Ran happened to know an inheritor of a conjurer, and he presided over this ghost marriage, and asked Lou Qianxing to use his purple star lifeline to bless their Ling family for three lives and three generations!
Thinking of the purple star lifeline of the natural spiritual master, it will become the spiritual eye that their Ling family will continue to obtain in the future.

This made Ling Yixue, who had been unable to break through for a long time and was unable to advance to the rank of Great Spiritualist, coveted the twentieth-level Spiritualist.

Trash to trash, it is also a beautiful thing to benefit the Ling family in this way after death.

Lou Qianxing watched Ling Yixue and Ah Qing go back to Ling's house, and in a flash, he walked around to the side alley of Daode, intending to sneak into the backyard of Ling's house through the path here.

Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly emerged from the corner to stop her!

"Hey! I'm your father!"

The other party's voice was rough, but what he said made Lou Qianxing laugh out loud.

What the hell?

"Who are you?"

Lou Qianxing crossed his arms and moved back, the first thing he wanted was to stay away from this dangerous person.

The middle-aged man in front of him was very strange, his whole body was in tatters, like a beggar.

It's just that that face was as white as Cang Xue, without any blood at all, as if it had been covered with a layer of white powder.

And behind him were three groups of green will-o'-the-wisps, making it impossible to tell whether the man in front of him was a human or a ghost.

"I am your father!"

The man repeated.

It seems that he can only say this sentence.

Lou Qianxing rolled his eyes and met the pale face.

To be honest, that face was ugly too.

No, more of a horror.

The face that was originally as white as Cangxue was covered with criss-cross scars. Those wounds were not caused by ordinary sharp weapons, but rather as if they were damaged by some kind of spell.

The criss-crossing scars are like spider webs, just like that, covering the face of the middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)